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Lunch was over. The women gathered around the men and me, congratulated them for their wise decision to become part of the male auxiliary and assured them that as long they conducted themselves as required they will enjoy their affection. As to me, they hoped I would see the light, and recognize the dictates of natural law and accept the inevitable. Rebecca slipped over to me and spoke softly, “We must have a chat. I know I can convince you to join when I explain all the advantages. Don’t worry, it is a strict rule of the organization that membership is voluntary. That intimidation is prohibited.”
Telling me that we needed privacy to talk and assuring me that no undo force will be exerted on me, I went with her to the 39th floor of the Ace of Clubs after I informed her that I was willing to listen only. I further told her she was wasting her time, no way would I join the male auxiliary, I didn’t believe that nonsense, that I wasn’t going to participate in her sick games and hell will freeze over before I would allow her to abuse me again.
“I understand,” she told me, “I don’t blame you for your feelings. My conduct
Was totally unforgivable and I wish to ask forgiveness but I understand if you don’t.” On the 39th floor, after we ordered drinks, and she was sitting next to me on a very comfortable coach in the large room adjoining the vestibule she continued, “I feel bad and it also bothered me on my lost opportunity with you. I sensed that you are a caring, sensitive man, who I could have become attached to. You may have been Mr. Right, the man I always was looking for and I treated you horribly so that there would be no chance that you would feel kindly to me.”
I mellowed; I may not have lived up to her high expectations of me, but close: she is definitely a beauty, and just maybe we could be lovers. She suggested I get comfortable as it was warm in the room and nudged off my jacket and tie. The waiter took them to hang up. Getting very close to me, I felt her hot breath on my face as she reached over and rubbed my neck and chest. “You are a very attractive, irresistible man. Oh, how I wish you would forgive me and give me another chance,” she whispered in my ear and licked it in the process. She proceeded in unbuttoning my shirt, pulled my undershirt up and messaged my chest. I was losing control. “You should spank me for my misdeeds,” she suggested “and let’s go into the punishment room to give me my just deserts.”
With the prospects of giving her gorgeous ass a spanking and in my aroused state by her fondling and licking me I gladly accompanied her into the adjoining room. The young maid followed. Rebecca instructed her, “Get him ready.” The maid was very efficient. Before I could recover from my surprise, she had my shirt and undershirt off. With a leather strap around my waist and my hands in cuffs attached to it on each side, I was effectively restrained and immobilized.
“No, no, no, you should not do this,” I said, but she paid no attention and pulled down my pants and shorts to my ankles. “Now wait a minute, what’s going on?” Again she paid no attention, my shoes, socks pants and shorts were heaped in with my shirt and undershirt into a pile away from me. I stood there naked with a hard on in shock, but I was at her mercy. She worked fast, did not hesitate a minute and pulled me over the edge of the table so that my ass was in the air.
She patted me on the ass and said, “good boy.”
Rebecca rendered the first blow across my ass, hard, it hurt like mad, “Yeoh,” I cried, “you promised.”
“I know, I can’t help it and it’s because I love you; take it for me,” was her response and gave me another lash. My god, it hurt as my prick grew even harder. She gave me three more that caused tears to flow.
“You said I was to punish you,” I tried to reason with her. She gave three more.
“I know, but first, I must do my thing, then it will be your turn, darling,” was her retort and gave three more. I did not know how I could stand more so that I could enjoy my retribution. She gave me three more and obviously was growing tired. “There, that is enough for now,” she said as she handed the strap back to her maid.
The maid pulled me down off the table to my knees, wiped my tears with a Kleenex and with another helped me blow my nose. I was turned around so that I faced Rebecca’s gorgeous ass on my knees made bare when she pulling down her Jeans. “Now, it’s your turn,” Rebecca said as she pulled her cheeks apart to expose her asshole. “Lick,” she commanded, “It’s yours to enjoy,” and the maid pressed my face into it. I had no choice, this is not what I originally had in mind, but I was in no position to object and inserted my tongue to do the best I could. True, I didn’t get to spank her with my hand or use a whip, but it was better then nothing. In fact I enjoyed it. Oh, what a beautiful ass.
Rebecca seemed to enjoy it as much as I, as she bucked but I had a difficulty keeping my tongue in place. “Maybe you can do better in front,” and she turned around and pulled my face into her wet pussy. “Very good,” she said as I lapped and licked and got her juices all over my mouth, nose, chin but basically all the work was done with my tongue. She liked it. I liked it. With a loud yelp she had an orgasm.
Rebecca turned to her maid and said, “Bring him off, clean him up and send him back to his office, I got to go. I’ve shopping to do.” As she left she turned to me and said, “Have a nice day. Oh yes, don’t forget to sign the application for your joining the male’s auxiliary to STEWS. The maid had me stand up, grabbed hold of my cock, put two fingers up my ass and I with great relief and pleasure pumped and shot my load into the wastepaper basket strategically placed to receive it. She took me to the bathroom with my pile of clothes, cleaned me up and helped me get dressed. I voluntarily and freely signed the application and became a willing member of the male auxiliary. I thanked her for her attention and help.
Miss Wilson called me into her office the next morning, as she wanted to know how things had gone with my meeting with Rebecca. Of course I couldn’t give her full details. I told her I had a good rapport with her. I did not feel comfortable about telling her that I voluntarily agreed to join the male’s auxiliary of STEWS. She was overjoyed with what I told her and told me to continue being friendly with Miss Wharton and because of her family connections this would be beneficial for my advancement with the firm.
Rebecca and I became good friends. I knew she had many other male friends that she was very fond of and she would not restrict herself to one but I was willing to accept what I could get. I found her to be a woman with a large appetite and she would find it necessary to whip other men besides me to satisfy her hunger. I fell in love with her and reconciled myself to the occasional whipping that she would bestow on me. I also developed a strong attachment to her assistant and maid.
Rebecca contacted me one morning and asked a favor, she was entertaining two couples from England, important clients of her father and wondered whether I would join them for lunch at the restaurant that afternoon since they were interested in American Law and how it differed from English Law. She first checked with Miss Wilson who indicated that she would have another attorney in our office cover for me so that I go and have the afternoon free. I arrived at the restaurant at 12 and waited in the lounge till 1 o’clock when they showed up.
At lunch we did not discuss law, but pleasantly discussed other inconsequential matters and resolved to discuss their interests later on in the 39th floor where we could focus our attention better there. After lunch on the 39th floor in the room adjoining the main room, waiting there was a stout fellow. Rebecca had me stripped by her maid to determine which was more effective a strap or a cane, which seemed to interest the guests more then the law. They had me bend over to receive the strap and the other fellow supplied by Rebecca was bent over naked for the cane.
One English Lady was furnished with the strap and the other with the cane and the contest began. It did not take long before we both were crying in pain and our cocks responded accordingly. It was called a draw. To show that we would not hold hard feelings the men asked us to accept their cocks in our mouths, which we did. With a number of full downward thrusts we swallowed their offerings.
The women felt it unfair that we obliged the men after they did all the work. Rebecca agreed. To Rebecca’s insistence we knelt before the women to even the score by licking their cunts. We satisfied them and thanked them for the privilege of serving them.
Rebecca to show that she was satisfied that we properly entertained her guests, placed us in a 69 position to relieve our own needs. After we came in each other’s mouth they applauded us with, “A job well done.” After giving us a big smile, Rebecca being a good hostess, left with them to see more sights of the city. All in all, it was an enjoyable afternoon and I made a new friend.
You may wonder, with the way Rebecca treated me, why I developed such affection for her. She certainly was, as Larry said a bitch. Is it possible I am a masochist? I certainly don’t enjoy pain. If you have the answer let me in on it.
Things began to unravel. Mr. Wharton got into trouble. He was heavily invested in derivatives highly leveraged with his own money and his client’s money when the market went south the banks had a Receiver appointed and he was out. He was wiped out except for his retirement savings in his 401K. He was not charged with a crime but he was sued civilly. He left with his small savings rolled over into his IRA that could not be touched by his creditors to a retirement village in Israel.
Rebecca had no savings, did not want to go with her dad to live in Israel, could not find employment to supply her with income so that she could live in the style she was accustomed to, moved in with me. She became pregnant and agreed to marry me only if I agreed that she could raise the kid Jewish. That was OK with me since I wasn’t an ardent catholic. She soon had a second kid.
When her dad went broke there was recrimination between the ladies in STEWS. The lawsuits started left and right between them. Since they knew me, many of them hired our firm to represent them. Ace of Clubs closed down due to the loss of wealth of some of its supporters and our firm was hired for the liquidation. I was made a full partner in view of the new business I brought in. With my increased income Becky and I moved to a nice new home in the suburbs.
Becky adjusted wonderfully to her new life style, she became involved with the ladies auxiliary of the Temple, was involved with the PTA, was what one would call a soccer mom and dotted over the kids and I loved her. She did however give up her old life style and hang up her whip, except on those few occasions in the privacy of our bedroom when the kids were asleep, she would whip my ass.

That’s all there ain’t no more.